Cowabunga
By: Amy Jonas
Catagory: Het
Rating: PG
Archive: If ya want it, take it
Disclaimers: Fox and other people own them
Spoilers/References: Like water for Octane
Authors Note: Written for the June/July challenge.
"Take that, you Orc loving bastards!" Langly shouted at his computer, barely looking up when the doorbell buzzed. He tried to ignore it but after a few minutes he yelled, "Guys! Someone get the door! Jimmy?"
He returned to his game but when no one answered the bell, his concentration was shot to hell and an Orc killed him. "Damn it," he muttered, "can't a guy play a computer game in peace?"
Getting up, he stomped to the door, grumbling and started unbolting the locks without bothering to check the monitor first. He swung open the door.
"Wha-aat?" Langly stared at the cow standing at the entrance of the lair. "Alright, guys," he yelled, "This is SO not funny!" Frohike was probably behind this. That jerk knew he hated cows and after what he went through at the Guthrie farm..the memory of his posing as someone from the State Extention Office came rushing back. "Shoo!" He hissed at the cow. "Go away."
The cow just stared at him as if he knew who Langly was. Langly looked a little closer at the cow. It couldn't be, could it? It looked like J.T.
"Langly."
Langly gasped. The cow just said his name. Langly looked around for a tape recorder or some electronic device that Frohike could transmit with to make it sound like the cow was talking to him. But there was nothing.
"Langly," J.T. said, entering the lair, "it's payback time."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Langly bolted upright in bed, soaked in sweat and shaking. His eyes darted wildly around the room, unsure where he was. Slowly, he remembered he was safe in his room. There were no cows in the lair and J.T. was far away. He heaved a sigh. "It's just a dream," he said, "just a dream." He settled back against his pillow and whispering this mantra, fell back asleep.
"Take that, you Orc loving bastards!" Langly shouted at his computer, barely looking up when the doorbell buzzed. He tried to ignore it but after a few minutes he yelled, "Guys! Someone get the door! Jimmy?"
He returned to his game but when no one answered the bell, his concentration was shot to hell and an Orc killed him. "Damn it," he muttered, "can't a guy play a computer game in peace?"
Getting up, he stomped to the door, grumbling and started unbolting the locks without bothering to check the monitor first. He swung open the door.
"Wha-aat?" Langly stared at the cow standing at the entrance of the lair. "Alright, guys," he yelled, "This is SO not funny!" Frohike was probably behind this. That jerk knew he hated cows and after what he went through at the Guthrie farm..the memory of his posing as someone from the State Extention Office came rushing back. "Shoo!" He hissed at the cow. "Go away."
The cow just stared at him as if he knew who Langly was. Langly looked a little closer at the cow. It couldn't be, could it? It looked like J.T.
"Langly."
Langly gasped. The cow just said his name. Langly looked around for a tape recorder or some electronic device that Frohike could transmit with to make it sound like the cow was talking to him. But there was nothing.
"Langly," J.T. said, entering the lair, "it's payback time."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Langly bolted upright in bed, soaked in sweat and shaking. His eyes darted wildly around the room, unsure where he was. Slowly, he remembered he was safe in his room. There were no cows in the lair and J.T. was far away. He heaved a sigh. "It's just a dream," he said, "just a dream." He settled back against his pillow and whispering this mantra, fell back asleep.